Page 66 of Beyond the Fame

Lana: Eloise is coming.

Lana: Gram and Pa are too tired to go because we just got done snorkeling with them. Plus, we’re taking them to a luau later, so they’re going to rest before then. I want you two to go do something fun and adventurey with us before we leave tomorrow night. Come onnnnnnn. Gooooooo.

Lana: Okay, waterfall hike and tour booked. If I don’t hear from you soon, I'll come knock on the door.

I groan. “Lana is forcing us to go on—”

“A waterfall hike?” he chuckles. “Yeah, I got the same texts from Mylan. He said Ginger and Bruno couldn’t go because they’re spending the first half of their honeymoon hanging out with his parents. They'll spend a week doing tourist stuff around Kauai, Oahu, and Maui. Then next week, his parents fly back to Germany while Ginger and Bruno head to Italy, Greece, and France.”

“I’m so jealous. That’s, like, a month-long honeymoon.”

I set my phone down and turn on my side. Jensen does the same, reaching out and moving a piece of hair off my face. It’s such a caring move from someone who claims they’re not capable of it.

“Everyone leaves tomorrow too. So, one more day of friend obligations?”

“And then you’re mine,” Jensen says and tickles my sides.

I squeal and contort my body away from him.

“No tickling! I will pee my pants, I swear!”

“You’re not wearing pants,” he laughs, now on his knees so he has better access to tickling me.

“I will piss your bed then.”

“We’ll just move things to your room.”

“Jensen Matthew Boliver, I swear I will kick your ass if you keep tickling me,” I say through a fit of giggles.

He stops suddenly. A shit-eating grin filling his face. “I never told you my middle name.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Nope.”

“Then someone told me. Lana, probably.”

He wags his eyebrows at me. “No way... you totally Googled me.”

I bite my lip, trying not to smile. “So what if I did? I’m sure you looked me up too.”

“You think you’re something special?”

“I am, and you know it.”

“So cocky, my Ami.”

I hide my face with my hands at the new nickname. It's super corny, but for him to even connect his favorite movie with me is... sweet.

He pulls my hands down so he can press a kiss to my palm. “Of course I Googled you.”

“And what did you find?”

Before he can start listing all the boring articles and Wikipedia details about my life, a loud knock raps on the door.

“It’s Lana!”

“And Mylan!”

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